Tag Archives: brunch

Chillbar is weird, and we’ll get to why in a second, but first let me tell you that the food is awesome and I’ll be going back. It’s kinda like how you’ll watch a trashy reality show and think, “this is strange”, but you keep…

The most prominent things I learned throughout the various Black History Months I’ve experienced are: Rosa Parks wasn’t cool, because everybody knows all the cool kids sit in the back of the bus; George Washington Carver probably didn’t have a peanut allergy; and, of course,…

My little sister is an undiagnosed alcoholic. I don’t know how one diagnoses that sort of bullshit “disease” (it’s not a disease, you just fucking drink too much) but I’m willing to bet she’s got the virus that causes it. The thing about alcoholism is…

[post_intro] [/post_intro] A world without brunch would be like a world where Justin Bieber has integrity. It just wouldn’t feel right at all. Some of you may be aware of how much I love brunch, but for those of you that aren’t let me give…

[post_intro] [/post_intro] The Van Dyke Cafe has nothing to do with a lesbian’s penchant for her Dodge Caravan. I feel it’s important to make that distinction so you don’t set foot in there harboring the same expectations I did. Fun fact, Van Dyke Cafe was…

I came, I saw, then I came again. I’m talking orgasms, people. I’ve been to this place three times and I’ve yet to eat something that didn’t make my loins quiver like how I’m sure an Oprah fanatic squirts when Oprah tells women to check…

[post_intro] [/post_intro] I’ve been punched in the face twice in my life. One was when I bet a midget he couldn’t do it (I’m 6’3″), and the other was the great punch I felt when I had some pancakes at GreenStreet Cafe. They were banana…

[post_intro] [/post_intro] Ah, the Rusty Pelican. Anyone with a dirty mind and general knowledge of unique sexual positions will always get a giggle out of the name. I’ve been here a couple of times, for brunch and dinner. I’m not afraid to admit I’ve done…